They like to call the new generation; the super generation or the superhero generation. It’s pretty fitting I think cause the Endlegion Silverguards are all the rage these days, taking care of what typical law enforcement can’t (which is actually a bit of an embarrassing amount). I mean, I’m not too bothered by the name — it’s cool.
My favorite hero? I guess if I had to choose… it’d be the Golden Soldier.
* Leon Ands, Random Kid We Found
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“Attila! Can you take out the trash?!”
“Got it, Mom!”
‘0 - 1’ was displayed on the screen.
“Damn it!”
Attila put down the controller and left her ordinary room dressed in sweatpants-pyjamas. Even though she was technically a part of a noble family, there was a great disparity between her and Sivrit’s conditions. Of course, she would never complain — Sivrit could never have been her friend if she was not noble.
“Did you see the news about the church attack today?”
“Yeah ma, you told me like a hundred times already!”
“Well, it probably takes a hundred reminders, but you should be careful!”
‘I know!”
However, she instantly forgot about it. Instead, she began thinking about how life could be if she was rich like Sivrit. The events today were of course, circumstantial, but Attila could not help but feel a bit jealous. She loved her family, but maybe not their bank account. Then again, a demonic noble family? That idea in and of itself was a dream, achieved by the family’s combined special and personal talents.
This was why she continued to train day and night, if their royal sponsors lost interest, they would most likely be returned to Sonosis and back there, they would be no more than traitors…
Attila finished taking out the trash to the front of their driveway, the car missing as her father was working overtime. She did not quite understand what he was researching, something about dreams and magic.
This was when she saw a woman walking in the dark by herself. It was strange, seeing her completely alone, but she was too far away for Attila to be bothered investigating.
To her surprise — or maybe not — a man walking behind her attempted a robbery, revealing his shank in a threatening manner. He was dressed in all black, but that would change soon.
Attila immediately jumped into action, not hesitant to save the day just one last time for today. However, the man suddenly fell back, revealing his wide-open, dead eyes. It was as if he had seen something beyond this world — incomprehensible horrors yet seen.
This was an alarming scene, and it seemed that Attila was the only witness — a dangerous role. If it was self-defence, she was confident, but the lady was clearly on another level. She immediately returned indoors and began calling the police. Hopefully, the killer hadn’t seen her yet.
“What’s wrong?” asked her mother,
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“M-mom, I just saw someone get fucking killed outside! You need to go hide in the basement o-or something, I’ll call the police.”
“But-”
“Mom!”
As her mother scrambled to find a secure location and any makeshift protective measures they could find — charms, shields or barriers, Attila communicated with the law.
“Is the address correct?”
“Y-yeah, that’s right.”
“Alright, make sure to stay in a secure location while guards arrive at your location. Don’t try to fight back, and make sure to lock all windows and doors in the house — even when an officer asks you to unlock them.”
“And how long will they take to come here?”
“Should only be around ten minutes.”
“O-okay”
Ten minutes. Just ten minutes and they would be fine.
Perhaps this was an overreaction, but Attila would not take any chances — especially not with these anti-demon terrorists running around.
After all preparations were finished in just under three minutes, Attila joined her mother in hiding in the basement.
Step, step.
Two steps on their front porch. It was so silent in the house that they were noticeable. This was bad.
Step, step.
Moving to the back of the house.
Step, step.
This moment seemed infinite as the sound of Attila’s heart began to pound almost as loudly as the steps.
Step, step.
In the backyard.
There was a window in the backyard — just barely poking into the basement.
And Attila had forgotten to lock it.
Step, step.
It was too late now, they could not move.
“You guys alright in there?”
A beam of flashlight shone down into the basement. It was a mustache officer, but something was off.
Why did they not hear any siren?
“Oh, you mean on the patroller? Well, it’s protocol. We usually keep them up to scare the criminals away, but if we’re dealing with a power psychopathic magic user, we usually need to take them down without them noticing us first. I’m an expert in that field specifically.” said the officer while showing off his pistol, “This is a gun, pretty cool huh? Very effective against magic users because magical barriers don’t matter to this little guy.”
It was plausible, and Sivrit finally let go of her breath.
“By the way, is this something you dropped? Just found it in front of your house. I’ve never seen anything like it, so I just assume it’s just some demon flower stuff?” said the officer as he held up a flower.
Six petals, red, star-patterned seeds.
Darkness.